Video Seven
dont resist
He’s in my head... I don’t like this very much. He promised me Rosie would be the last one. And now he’s brought me here.
This place—this factory is odd. I mean it’s dusty, and I don’t even know where I am, or how I ended up here. All I know is he brought me here. I’m just in this pool of blood, it nauseates me—the metallic smell of it. I don’t know how long I can resist him. He’s getting stronger, no—he’s weakening me.
Keep going
Keep going
Keep going
NO! stop this. This is madness. I don’t need—i don’t want this, I don’t want you anymore. I don’t want recognition, or money. I just want to go back to being normal. I drag myself out of the factory, back to my studio, to my desk.
My studio smells like coffee, and maybe it’s being here, back in my world that it feels comforting—like he won’t hurt me here. Who am I kidding—this is where it all started. With this cursed series. Horror used to excite me—it is my livelihood. Now the turn of my chair, and a cool breeze from my open window startle me.
To give you some context, I am an artist. I animate, usually analog horror, sometimes other stuff. I used to be broke, had to chose between lunch and rent. My stories barely did well, just enough to pay rent, just enough to starve me. That is until a couple months ago. I can’t talk much about this—I myself don’t know what I got myself into, all I can tell is there’s this peculiar—i don’t know—entity? I’m not quite sure if entity is a correct word, but then again, I am just as clueless as you are.
This entity, he promised me all the knowledge, all the fame that I could ever imagine... And I took it. I don’t think this counts as selling my soul, but I suppose you could say I made a deal. No scratch that—this is hardly a deal. He messes with my head, and I get nothing in return.
Rosie was beautiful. Soft skin, tears all over. I had to melt that face. So was the girl before her—what was her name again? Natasha! She was tall. Just a couple inches shorter than me perhaps. Had the prettiest scream. So I broke her ribs... All twenty four of them! That was fun. No, fun was grounding her meat. That paid my lunch for three days!
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! Why must I dream this? I need water. I don’t like these dreams... These vivid episodes. I wrote them. I was proud of them. Those ten minutes from video two, and three. I drew those dismembered bodies, and that face melting off.
That’s what ticks me off. He’s bringing my art to reality. He’s making me do it. It’s only so long until I’m caught, but I did not do those murders.
The morning feels like it’s consoling me. I went from being a batman enthusiast, to someone who’s finding solace in mornings. Nights scare me, he scares me. I’m afraid he’ll show up in my head and he’ll make me do something again. Something worse.
I don’t remember what Rosie looked like, or Natasha, Or that kid from the orphanage. I remember standing somewhere deserted from humanity, I remember something sticky on my boots, the walk home, how I burnt those boots. No, wait. I... Did not burn the boots. I have no memory of starting that fire, or the horrendous smell. Did I burn those boots?
Anyway, interview at three, podcast at seven, got it.
I suppose he did give me some fame. There’s people who want to interview me for their column, in a magazine even I subscribe to. The irony isn’t lost on me. And of course the podcast. My manager wants video 7 by tonight. How do I tell him that if I make another one, he’ll mirror it. I suppose we’ll figure this out later. Maybe he won’t, he hasn’t acted up videos four, five, and six. Each get progressively gruesome. I’m glad he hasn’t.
Blood
Blood
Blood
What a whimpering little bitch! I’m just gonna be done with this one. You don’t interest me. Now lie there quietly, I need to be precise with my cuts.
Who knew skin could peel off this easily, this is fun! Wait—i’m gonna try something more. Oh this excites me! I’m just gonna dig into the eye socket.
Oh ugh! No, this is disgusting, what is this texture! Stop flapping like a fish out of water will you! I’m trying to have fun. Hahahahahahah—no wait, someone might hear us darling, don’t scream. You don’t even have a pretty scream like Natasha darling. You’re just a pathetic skinless loser. I spit on men like you.
He did it again. He did video six. The victim was alive. No, I need to lock myself up. If I can’t go out, he won’t kill another innocent person. I must burn all my drawings, I’ll destroy the hardware. Yea, if there’s no video seven, there’s no more victims. Ill smash my computer, maybe tie myself up. I must stay in.
They’re suicidal
You’re pathetic
Again
Again
Again
I cant... I don’t feel myself. I can’t make video seven. I’m scared. Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
I don’t want to do this anymore—stop it please. Stop flooding my head. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
Don’t resist
Don’t resist
Don’t...
I feel fine. Video seven is done. Send to manager. Upload. Video seven is your doom. Video seven is you...
If you hear screaming, don’t re-watch this. I repeat— do not re-watch this video.
FROM:
Manager
Hey.
Didn’t hear from you.
Assuming you’re asleep again lol.
Uploading Video Seven.
We’ll talk tomorrow.
Video transcript:
VIDEO SEVEN
00:00
Heavy breathing.
00:42
...
01:16
Please...
02:01
...
03:27
Keep going.
04:56
...
08:14
He’s in your head now.
10:00
END
r/AnalogHorror
Did anyone watch Video Seven?
I don’t get it.
It’s literally a red screen.
Comments:
Did anyone hear voices?
Shut the cap dude.
No really. Listen closely at 3:27
It’s just silence my guy. This isn’t gonna work on us lol
No really! He’s talking about some factory, some curse.
CASE FILE 017
Residence searched.
No suspect found.
Large quantities of paint.
Human blood discovered.
One computer.
Project Name:
VIDEO_1.mp4
VIDEO_2.mp4
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VIDEO_7_FINAL_FINAL_v13.mp4
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... barbie, I absolutely love this in an unhealthy way. damn.
this could highk be a nice short film bro wow